Eric started flying shortly after I fell pregnant with Sarah. Seven months on, I felt the pull of a power-kite for the first time and went bouncing along the beach on my belly…luckily we all came out of it intact. Not one of my smarter moves, but then hopefully one learns from the knocks….
Our baba arrived safe and sound and from very little, spent time wrapped in my arms, sheltered in alcoves along the beach, watching Papa learn to jump. He became quite good and jumped extremely high.
One of her first sentences was, ‘Papa, up in the sky!’ repeated each morning at first glimpse of the ocean.
Now Sarah is tall and strong,
and beginning to give kiting a whirl herself.
And I suspect it won’t be long till she,
like her Papa is also spending time ‘up in the sky!’
Kiting with Sarah and Leah – Chintsa Beach, September 2012